I am a prisoner - Exposing My Diary
8-17-05
I am a prisoner.
Picture this... It's almost the end of summer. All you wanna do is be with all your friends, hanging out in your sweet spot. An d finally, your mom says, "Why don't you go out tonight?" So you have your plans made and everyone expects you to go out. But, at the last minute, you're all excited, your father says,
"I don't want you going out."
Well, this is my reality. Almost every time my friends go out, I'm not allowed. But I get the great pleasure of hearing the details, not living them. As if I didn't miss out enough during Footloose. And Josh is home. Dude. Summer's already over in my mind, and now I barely get to see my friends. Footloose was amazing, but it did take away of my summer. Can you imagine when I get into high school?? Yea, I'll never, not even a chance in hell, be allowed out. And those should be the "best years of my life." Dates? Nada. Prom... umm what prom?
I'm a smart kid, I wouldn't do anything dumb like drugs or alcohol. Everyone probably thinks I'm a loser for not even been allowed to hang at Holy Cross. Yes, I just looooove hanging around the house with my family. O yes, pure joy! As if!! It sux. And then I get in trouble for sulking. I just hate it. I feel like Rapunzel, locked in her tower. I just wanna get outta here! I wanna be somewhere else. Not just my house, but my town, my state! Just get me outta here! I'm gonna go sulk now.
Somebody get me outta here.
Anybody get my outta here.
Somebody get me outta here.
Get me the fuck right outta here!
Oh yes, one more piece of info. I once read that a sane person can become "insane" by being confined to a small space for a long period of time. I'm beginning to experience that. The only way to cure them is to let them BE FREEE!!